Chang-Rae Lee Quotes

When I look back at the record and listen to it, I can sort of see where I was at when I was making it - these brief little moments, different places I was at emotionally.

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

I do sometimes go back to my old songs. Some I feel very proud of. They make me wonder, 'How did I do this?'

My story. My past. I don't want to forget that. I want to think about it and be reminded of it so I can be thankful and appreciative of everything.

Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions.

She said I bet you dont remember me And I said only every other memory.

Too often we make the mistake of remembering what we should forget-our hurts, failures and disappointments -and we forget what we should remember-our victories, accomplishments and the times we have made it through.

I drink to remember I smoke to forget / Some things to be proud of, some stuff to regret.

It's peculiar what you remember when you're not trying.

A drinking man's someone who wants to forget he isn't still young an' believing.

Only when your memories are more important to you than your goals are you old.

I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

Little mirrors were attached to the front of their cars, at which they glanced to see where they had been; then they stared ahead again. I had thought that only beetles had this delusion of Progress.

The good thing about painting from memory is that so much is forgotten.

I always try to stay objective, and to remove myself from the process and look at the film again.

Of what significance are the things you can forget.

Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.

Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.